Poems by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
... Ah, but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds, ...
Sonnet 36: Let me confess that we two must be twain
... Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight ...
Sonnet 37: As a decrepit father takes delight
... Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give ...
Sonnet 38: How can my Muse want subject to invent
... While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse ...
Sonnet 39: O, how thy worth with manners may I sing
... Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive, ...
Sonnet 4: Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
... Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend, ...
Sonnet 41: Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
... Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth: ...
Sonnet 44: If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
... To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone, ...
Sonnet 45: The other two, slight air and purging fire
... Sinks down to death, oppressed with melancholy ...
Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
... For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move, ...
Sonnet 48: How careful was I, when I took my way
... Save where thou art notthough I feel thou art ...
Sonnet 49: Against that time, if ever that time come
... Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass, ...
Sonnet 50: How heavy do I journey on the way
... "Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!" ...
Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
... Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn ...
Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said
... Makes summer's welcome thrice more wished, more rare ...
